My Teacher

By Mike J., So. Plainfield, NJ

Image Credit: Andy G., Phoenix, AZ

A great teacher he was not.He taught like a mime.He’d sit with his Dunkin Donuts coffee at hand.He did it all from his paper-covered desk.If not from his desk, then from his computer,Where he would not teach, but play games.He’d just assign book work upon book work,Word problems upon word problems.If a question was asked, he’d answer with no explanation.And we’d sit awaiting the sound of the bell.No notes, no way to learn, not even a grade to earn.